“I daydream in places where hope is a shadow.
It lurks like light traces, like smiles of ghetto.
I stone my bed-fellow, the heart in my chest,
’cause ladies are chasing fake heights with a nest.
I daydream of faces that give me love chills,
but I see cold faces on these damned dollar bills.
They see what appeals, and quantities thrill.
If they have more than others, then, life is fulfilled…”
@1998-2010 Michael Lerman (MichaelsLyric.com)